right now, i’m home feeling a little tad sad. well, just a little perhaps...

how would you feel when your so-called okay classmate, Friend B, tells you that a distant friend, Friend C, who you dont even exchange byes and hellos had been gossiping about you to B? or how would you feel whether this Friend B could be trusted because why didnt she try defending you or something? she didnt really, did she? and how would you know if this B hasnt been gossiping along with C and was telling you a different story saying only C is doing that? C is snotty and bitchy but, is your friend, B, like this too? ah, backstab, backstab not, it’s really that hard to judge.

and out of all topics, it had to be my dressing that you’re yakking about there. think again - just as long as i think i looked good, who the hell cares what you think?

i should really feel that honoured, Friend C, that out of so many people, it’s me you choose to gossip about!

ohh, thank you! (roll eyes)

Harry: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about, you love me too.
Sally: How about, I’m leaving.
Harry: Doesn’t what I said mean anything to you?
Sally: I’m sorry, Harry. I know it’s New Year’s Eve. I know you’re feeling lonely, but you just can’t show up here, tell me you love me, and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn’t work this way.
Harry: Well, how does it work?
Sally: I don’t know, but not this way.
Harry: How about this way? I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you, and I hate you, Harry. I really hate you. I hate you.